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Great Expectations

‘So you were never in London before?’ said Mr.
Wemmick to me.
‘No,’ said I.
‘I was new here once,’ said Mr. Wemmick. ‘Rum to

think of now!’
‘You are well acquainted with it now?’
‘Why, yes,’ said Mr. Wemmick. ‘I know the moves of
it.’
‘Is it a very wicked place?’ I asked, more for the sake of
saying something than for information.
‘You may get cheated, robbed, and murdered, in
London. But there are plenty of people anywhere, who’ll
do that for you.’
‘If there is bad blood between you and them,’ said I, to
soften it off a little.
‘Oh! I don’t know about bad blood,’ returned Mr.
Wemmick; ‘there’s not much bad blood about. They’ll do
it, if there’s anything to be got by it.’
‘That makes it worse.’
‘You think so?’ returned Mr. Wemmick. ‘Much about
the same, I should say.’
He wore his hat on the back of his head, and looked
straight before him: walking in a self-contained way as if
there were nothing in the streets to claim his attention.

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